My thoughts are swirling with emotion and memory, in and out they come like a tide that swells then crashes on the beach and is slowly pulled back to the sea. The flood gate…

Anyone who knows me knows I fall asleep at the wheel. Driving to the airport from my home and back is not something I could do without pulling over a million times. With that I would need to drink gallons…

Driving from my childhood home to the hospital takes about 4O minutes. Some say they can do the drive in 3O minutes but I haven't mastered that kind of record since I was in my 2Os. The ride is pure…

                Taking a button she crocheted around it in blue and added a tiny gold bird… then she tossed it into the button jar and left it up in the attic. As she walked down…

My Mother’s garden allows one to breath in and feel the certainty of its roots. It doesn’t pretend to be pretty only in springtime. No no no, instead it shows its beauty in each season. A wise lady my Mother…

It seems to me there is love thick enough to cut these days. I think the angels are working over time… angels overhead, angels in the corner, angels at our side, angels upstairs and downstairs. Love abound, scooping us up…